You screamed “what has changed?” “tell me what has changed”.
The shock of your rage directed at me.
I pondered answering, but didn’t.
You continued. Visibly upset. It met my silence.
There could be no other response.
unanswered for 4, 5, 6, 24 hours.
Meaningful dialogue turned into superficial conversations. Promises abandoned.
A lack of concern/attention…friendship.
You cannot require what you will not provide.
21 days changed everything.
This reality was created and shaped by you.
Some gestures are never forgotten.
They shouldn’t be.
Individuals giving beyond mission, self.
Complicated & endearing;
The experiences that mold, make us.
Standing, hearing his words I realized my Power.
Existing all along, yet never actualized, realized.
‘Stay the course Mija’,
‘Don’t give up Mija’.
…time to use the key…
My inspiration is intangible and fluid,
Overwhelming and subtle.
Blending reality and theory, hypotheticals.
Keeping me from merely existing.
My inspiration surrounds me,
In music and art-
Love and gestures;
Familiar smiles, long hugs, tender kisses-touches that linger…
It exhausts and revives,
Like a dip in the middle of summer in a cool pond.
Exhilarating and exhausting.
A paradox all its’ own.
It is mine, alone.